"I am buying Jack a Condo as soon as I can." I chirped as I entered the house. I am Bob, just plain Bob, an average guy with an average life but a momentous problem. My wife Lynn, the high and mighty Mistress Lynn of my house, was a controlling bitch who showed her true colors three months after we got married and since then, in the ensuing three years, my...
Please Vote if you Choose or leave critical comments! Thanks! I will write more stories! ***** I always found this chapter of my life really hilarious and I sometimes shake my head in amusement in how dense and clueless I was during my younger years. I didn't start masturbating regularly until I was late into my teen years. I grew up in a very conservative...
"I hate the way you use my language.", me-circa 1998, to an old girlfriend. I have an old friend that used to take on the smoking habits of the people she enjoyed being near. One person smoked Benson&Hedges, and always twirled the ends between her fingertips as she nodded/said something concerning Culinary class, nodded/said something funny about her bro...
All are over 18. Read first story for this one to make a little more sense and to get an idea of what I look like. ***** As I tell my stories I will try my best to write my experiences as they happened and as though I haven't experienced them yet to help you, my readers, experience my stories as I have and hopefully persuade you to try some of your own. (S...
I don't know what you call it where you live but in my country someone who steals women's underwear off a clothes line is call a snow-dropper. I have no idea why it is called snow-dropping but a little research shows it to be an old British slang word for a linen thief that originated around 1810. My story began when I was a teen boy in the early 1980's whe...
I looked at the sinuous curves of her body. The long legs, the curling hair. She was built like my fantasy, every inch of her in pale ivory and inky black. Her pumps hugged the delicate curve of her feet—the arch and the heel. Her dress matched in deep crimson and swung light and silky around her narrow hips and broad back. I stared, unsure if what I was see...
I didn't know Tom too well, although he had worked under me on the project for six months. We were both about the same age, late 20s, but we were from different offices, and things had been so hectic that we had been working 18 hours a day and snatching as many hours of sleep as we could. Finally, we got caught up, got the project staffed up, and the progra...
Out into the spooky fairy-tale night, there was always something out there to take a bite, there was always something out there to cast an unfortunate blight, but not the darkest sprite in the Old Trail Woods... Once upon a time out in a spooky night, Tristy took a trip to the local churchyard in order to see her girlfriend... a certain sprite. She was a...
Nightfall, at last I can move more freely. I step out of my apartment. The plain brownstone building in Vanier, Ontario, has been my home for the past two years. The landlord is an old man who doesn't ask too many questions as long as he gets his rent money in time. A tenant who sleeps during the day and comes out only at night? Not something he's given much...
"I can't fucking believe it. We just got fire-bombed by Michigan Mike from motherfucking Munich!" are the first words Mira hears when she comes to. She feels wind on her face and the sun is a glaring, cantankerous orb in the flawless blue sky above her. Every piece of her feels burned, sore. She tries to sit up. "Lay down honey, there's nothing to see here!...